Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Russia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Hardrive to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Organ,
Erykah Badu,
Vladislav Delay,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
H. Thieme,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Terry,
Boredoms,
The Gap Band,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Animal Collective,
The Evens,
Joy Division,
the Bar-Kays,
Vainqueur,
The Motions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool Moe Dee,
Khruangbin,
Connie Case,
Nico,
Los Fastidios,
Rufus Thomas,
Faraquet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grauzone,
Eddi Front,
DNA,
Ten City,
The Selecter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wasted Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neu!,
Byron Stingily,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Starr,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cramps,
Robert Wyatt,
The Names,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tom Boy,
Spoonie Gee,
Pole,
Sound Behaviour,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yaz,
Popol Vuh,
The Buckinghams,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Barrington Levy,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.